Monday January 3rd. What we did in the last 26 weeks isn’t what mattered. It wasn’t significant that we went to Mexico, countless dinners, or spent hours at work. Camping, going to shows and spending time at the beach means little. The things that made all of this important are the people that shared in it with us. Relationships were formed and made stronger. Sundays lasted a little longer. The last of each time (for now) came closer and went just as quickly.
These people spent a cold last night of the year outside with us.
And then these ones danced.
Some played dominos.
I am confident that all of this is what matters. Tonight, Pizza Port in OB, our last night in town.
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